Sunday, December 13, 2015
I think those cows
As most of you know the pottery is at the end of a long driveway on what was my grandparents farm. My grandfather raised cows. We grandchildren helped every summer with the chores on the farm. One of those chores was to help keep the cows in the fence while he was working on the fences. I can clearly remember a tap on the bottom of my foot, my grandfather standing there, a quick nod as he pushed back his hat and said, " The cows are out".
I was up and ready to go.
Our job was to just stand there with our arms out and if the cows had any notion to go through the fence we just walked toward them.
His expatiation was they were more afraid of us than we were of them.
I believed him.
I trusted that he was right. I never thought that he was wrong, nor did I worry about those pounds of cows coming after or trampling me. Trust, total trust.
We don't raise these cows, but I see them everyday as we drive or walk around the farm. The young farmer who does raise them spends the same amount of time with them as my grandfather use to with his.
I walked up one day as he was talking to the cows, his voice rich and low. Animals can be so tuned into a person that cares and feeds them. The relationship between them and their care giver is much like kids. He laughed when he saw me, slightly embarrassed at being caught talking to the cows. I laughed and told him I expected no less. Trust.
Next Tuesday is the last day of the semester.
I am planning to get some of my own work done in the off days.
Christmas is coming.
Are you ready?
We are not.
I figure I have a few days next week to get ready.